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The  Legend 

A  Lyric  Tragedy  in  One  Act 


BOOK  BY 


JACQUES  BYRNE 


MUSIC  BY 


JOSEPH  CARL  BREIL 


Copyright  1919.  by  Chappell  &  Co.,  Ltd. 


CHAPPELL  &  CO.,  Ltd 

New  York 

London,  Toronto  and  Melbourne 


CHARACTERS 

COUNT  STACKAREFF  (otherwise  known  as  Black  Lorenzo) ..  .Basso 

CARMELITA,    his    daughter Dramatic    Soprano 

MART  A,    an    old    servant Contralto 

STEPHEN  PAULOFF,  a  Hussar  commander  and  lover 

of  Carmelita High  Baritone  or  Medium   Tenor 


Soldiers 


Locale  of   the   action — A   mythical   Balkan   country   called    "Muscovadia" 


Time — Early  Russian 


Music  Lit 

50 


ARGUMENT 


Carmelita  is  the  beautiful  daughter  of  an  impoverished  nobleman 
named  Count  Stackareff,  who  has  an  estate  in  the  wild  uplands  of  Mus- 
covadia.  Her  father  has  given  Carmelita  the  best  that  Europe  could 
afford  in  education,  but  dwindling  rents  have  forced  him  to  retire  from 
diplomatic  circles,  return  to  his  mountain  home  and  lead  a  double  life. 

Unknown  to  any  but  his  daughter  and  the  men  who  form  his  band, 
he  is  Black  Lorenzo,  a  particularly  cruel  bandit  and  robber.  At  the 
opening  of  the  story,  Stackareff  has  in  his  toils  a  wealthy  merchant 
from  Prague  whom  he  is  hiding  for  ransom.  If  the  messenger  with  the 
ransom  does  not  come  this  night,  he  tells  Carmelita,  he  will  put  the 
merchant  to  death. 

It  is  the  night  of  Walpurg's  Eve  and  according  to  an  old  legend,  the 
devil  walks  abroad  that  night  knocking  at  people's  doors  and  if  any  one 
opens  the  door  to  the  knocks  and  finds  no  one  there,  he  dies  within  the 
year. 

Stackareff  leaves  Carmelita  after  supper  and  goes  to  the  cave  where 
his   victim   is   confined,   while   awaiting   the   messenger   with   the   ransom. 

Carmelita  is  then  told  by  Marta,  an  old  Magyar  servant,  that  a 
soldier  named  Stephen  Pauloff  has  encamped  in  the  glen,  and  is  coming 
to  see  her.  She  had  fallen  in  love  with  Stephen  some  time  previously 
in  Vienna,  while  there  with  her  father,  when  he  was  in  the  diplomatic 
corps. 

She  does  not  know  that  Stephen  has  been  sent  by  the  authorities 
with  a  troop  of  soldiers  to  apprehend  Black  Lorenzo.  But  she  is  torn 
between  her  love  for  Stephen  and  the  fear  that  he  will  find  out  her 
father  is  really  the  hated  bandit.  So  she  asks  Marta  to  tell  her  fortune 
with  cards.  The  cards  show  the  Queen  of  Hearts,  the  King  of  Diamonds 
and  the  Ace  of  Spades. 

Carmelita  is  affrighted  by  the  death  card  and  asks  Marta  what  it 
means.     The  old  crone  will  not  tell  her  but  goes  off  mumbling  to  herself. 

In  the  midst  of  the  storm  two  loud  knocks  on  the  door  are  heard. 
Thinking  that  it  is  Stephen,  Carmelita  runs  and  opens  it  to  find  no  one 
there.     Immediately  she  thinks  of  the  legend. 

Therefore  she  is  afraid  to  go  to  the  door  again  when  Stephen  really 
comes.  But  finally  she  does  so  and  in  his  arms  forgets  for  awhile  the 
dread  of  his  knowing  who  her  father  is.  The  forbidding  legend  too, 
passes    from    her    mind. 

In  the  midst  of  their  love  making  he  tells  her  that  he  has  been 
sent  to  apprehend  the  bandit,  Black  Lorenzo,  dead  or  alive.  Again  the 
tormenting  dread  comes  to  Carmelita,  that  if  he  should  learn  who  her 
father  is,  he  will  leave  her.  She  makes  him  swear  before  a  statue  of 
the  Virgin  that  he  will  never  forsake  her.  The  oath  being  consummated 
she  is  overjoyed  and  rushes  to  an  outer  room  to  don  riding  habiliments 
that  they  might  go  immediately   to  a  nearby   monastery  to  be  married, 


while  Stephen  goes  back  to  the  ingle  nook,  sits  before  the  fire  and  in 
his  happy  dreaming  falls  asleep. 

Stackareff  enters.  He  is  startled  at  finding  a  stranger  in  his  home. 
At  first  he  assumes  him  to  be  the  messenger  with  the  ransom  which  he 
is  awaiting.  Upon  closer  examination,  however,  he  discovers  him  to  be 
a  soldier.  Suspicious  of  the  soldier's  purpose,  he  calls  Carmelita.  She 
introduces  him  as  her  fiancee.  Stackareff  welcomes  him  courteously,  and 
pledges  their  happiness  in  a  roystering  drinking  trio. 

The  conversation  leads  inevitably  to  the  young  man's  business  in 
the  valley,  ending  in  the  disclosure  so  dreaded  by  Carmelita.  Stackareff 
escapes  out  to  dispatch  his  victim,  and  Stephen,  spurning  Carmelita, 
tries  to  go  after  him.  Carmelita  makes  frantic  efforts  to  restrain  him. 
She  pleads  with  him  reminding  him  of  his  oath,  but  he  upbraids  her 
cruelly. 

Maddened  by  the  fear  of  losing  him,  and  being  intent  upon  her 
father's  safety,,  she  struggles  with  him,  and  in  her  frenzy  stabs  him. 
He  falls  dead  upon  the  floor.  Just  then  two, shots  ring  out  through  the 
storm  that  is  raging  without,  and  the  mortally  wounded  Stackareff  is 
brought  in  by  two  soldiers,  who  when  they  see  their  captain  dead,  aim 
their  muskets  at  Carmelita.  The  curtain  descends,  after  which  is  heard 
the  final  shot  through  the  music  of  the  finale. 


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THE  LEGEND 

Curtain  ; 

A  living  room  in  the  lodge  of  Count  Stackareff's  estate.  At  right 
is  a  large,  open  fire-place  in  which  logs  are  brightly  burning,  half  sur- 
roiindcd  by  an  ingle  nook  on  the  up-stage  side.  Back  of  it  is  a  wide 
window  through  which  the  rugged  country-side  is  seen,  nozv  drenched 
in  a  wild  storm.  Next  the  windoiv  is  a  door  leading  outside.  Down 
stage,  left,  on  heavily  hipestried  zcalls  are  various  instruments  of  the 
chase,  some  pictures  and  a  statue  of  the  Virgin,  before  which  stands 
a  little  prie-dieu.  In  the  centre  is  an  oaken  table  still  spread  wnth  the 
remains  of  supper.  Stackareff  and  his  daughter  are  seated.  His  mood 
is  a  mixture  of  bravado  and  cruelty  hidden  under  a  suave  exterior.  He 
raises  his  glass  and  drains  it  off. 

(Lightning  and  thunder  crash.) 

Stackareff:     And  so  behold,  fair  daughter  mine 
None    know    me,    Count    Stackareff, 
As   Black   Lorenzo, 
Terror  of  these   wild  hills. 

Carmelita  :       But  father,  the  danger  and  disgrace 
That  it  would  bring  on  you  and  me, 
If  it  were  known  that  you  and  Black 
Lorenzo  are  most  truly  one. 

Stackareff  :     Fear  not  my  child, 

For  on  this   very  night 

I  do  expect  a  ransom,  sent  by  speedy 

Messenger  to   liberate  a  merchant  of 

Great  wealth,  whom  I   detain  in  safe 

Duress ;  guarded  by  my  trusty  men 

In  a  near-by  cave. 

Soon   with   the  many   golden   coins 

That  the  ransom  now   will  bring, 

Far  over   sea   we'll   haste  away 

To  that   fair   land   where  liberty   doth   reign. 

Carmelita  :       Father ! 

(Lightning  and  thunder.) 

Stackareff    (menacingly)  : 

(Pouring    himself   another   bumper   of   wine.) 
If    a    musketeer    should    follow    me 
To   storm   my   camp   and   take  me   prisoner, 
I'll  kill   the  wretched  man  before 
The  dawn. 


(Carmelita  starts  and  shudders  as  she  hears  this  threat  and  gestures 
to  her  father  as  though  to  dissuade  him..  Stackavcff  drinks  and 
throwing  his  cloak  over  his  shoulder  gets  up  and  goes  to  the  door.) 

(Lightning  and   thunder.) 

(He  stops  at  the  door  with  his  hand  on  the   latch.) 

Stackareff  :     And  now  to  see  how  this  poor  wight 

Doth   fare  on  the  poor   food  my  camp 
Can  ill  afford,  of  hard  black  bread 
And    mountain    water    cold. 

(He  laughs  cruelly,  waves  his  hand  to  her  and  exits.) 

Carmelita:       Woe   is   me! 

That  my  poor  heart  is  riven, 

Between   a    daughter's   love 

For  one  so  base,  as  my  dear  father, 

Has   become   through   cruel   circumstance; 

And  that  other  love  entrancing 

Sweet,    for   Stephen    Pauloff   whom 

I   met  in   Vienna's  sunny   streets. 

'Twould    end   his    love    for    me, 

If    Stephen   did   but  inkling  get 

That   father  was  a  brigand. 

Then  should  I  much  be  pitied 

For   I   love  him   well : 

Ah !  woe  is  me! 

(She  gets  up  from  the  table,  goes  to   the  statue  of  the   Virgin  and 

begins  to  pray)  : 
Oh   Virgin    Mother   sweet, 
Of  all  the  world.     Look  down 
On  me  in  my  most  bitter  trial, 
And  grant   from  out  the  ocean 
Of   thy   love,   that   Stephen    shall 
Never  know,  Father  and  Lorenzo  are  the  same. 
For  should  he  most  unhap'ly  learn 
The  truth,  he'd   spurn  my  hand 
As  too  unclean,  to  take  and  hold 
In  wedlock's  holy  grasp. 

(As  Carmelita  finishes  her  prayer,  Marta  an  old  servant  enters,  looks 
about  cautiously   and  goes   to   the   fireplace   to   warm   her   hands.) 

Marta    (whispering)  :     Mistress  ! 

Carmelita  :       What  is  it  Marta  that  makes 
You   so   distraught? 

Marta  :  When  coming  from  my  son,  Rudolpho's 

Cot,  I  was  accosted  by  a  stranger 
In  a  gloomy  glen.     Handsome  and  young, 
He  was  in  soldier's  garb. 


Carmelita    (uneasy)  : 

A  soldier  ! 

What  could  he  want  on  this  wild  night? 

Marta  :  He  told  me  he  was  hunting  with  his  men, 

And  asked   me,   was  I   wending  to  your  house? 

Carmelita  (agitated)  : 

Quick  now,   Marta,  did  he  give  his  name? 
And  whence  he'd  come? 

Marta  :  He   said :     Tell   your  mistress    sweet, 

That   her    Stephen    comes,   when    camp    is   made, 
To  seek  a  welcome  in  her  tender  arms. 

Carmelita    (joyously)  : 

Quick   Marta,   quick,   bring  wine  and   cake, 

And   pile  the  fire  high   with  logs 

That   joyous   welcome   I   can   give   to   him, 

Who  holds  my  heart  in  his   strong  hands ! 

(Marta  busU's  herself  about   the   table   and  fireplace.) 

Carmelita  :       Oh  cruel  moments  that  so  slowly  pass 

Until  the  joyous   hour  when   he  doth  come. — 

I  know  not  what  the  motive  is 

That  brings   him   here  to-night 

Except  it  be  to  bear  me  off  to  some 

Kind   priest   to  make   us  one   in   Holy   Church. 

Oh!  joy  is  mine:   if  hap'ly  this  the  matter  be. 

(Marta,  having  replenished  the  fire,  sits  by  it  in  gloomy  thought.) 

Carmelita   (going  over  to  Marta)  : 

Come   Marta   dear,   your   manner   ill   befits 

This  happy  time. 

What   gloomy   thought   doth   cloud    your   visage   now? 

Marta  :  The   Legend. 

Carmelita:       What  Legend? 

Marta  :  'Tis   handed  down  on  countryside 

From   father  to  son,  these  many  moons 

That  on  the  eve  of  Walpurg's  day 

The   Evil   Spirit   stalks   abroad, 

And   whoso   opes   to   his    fell   knock, 

And  finding  no  one  there,  ' 

Dies  within  the  year. 

Carmelita:       A  plague  on  all  those  silly   legends: 
They  are  false. 

Come,   tell    my    fortune    with    your    well    worn    cards, 
Perhaps   a   prophecy   more  kind,   you'll   find. 

(Marta  takes  a  pack  of  cards  out  of  her  bosom.) 


Marta  :  A   lack-a-day  ! 

(She  shuffles  the   cards,   cuts  them   into    three   piles   and   lays   them 
on  the  floor)  : 

A  lack-a-day ! 

Take  you  the  top  card  off  each  pack, 
And  pray  that  fate  will  be  most  kind 
To  you. 

Carmelita    (takes  up  the  top  cards  and  looks  at  them)  : 

The  King  of   Diamonds,  that  is  my  love; — 
The  Queen  of   Hearts,   surely   must  be   I; — 

(with   alarm)  : 

The  Ace  of  Spades ! 

What   meaning  comes   from  this  ? 

It's  black  enough  and  dire 

To  wish  me  ill. 

(Marta  picks  up  the  cards  quickly  and  after  shuMing  them,  lays  them 
out  again.) 

Marta  :  A-lack-a-day. 

Carmelita:       Come,  cease  your  croaking! 
I'm  sure  you'll  find 
That   fate  won't   play   me 
Such   a   scurvy  trick  again. 

(Carmelita  takes  the  top  cards  again  and  finds  the  same  result)  : 

Come,  tell  me  Marta,  what  means 
This    wicked    ace,    that    seems    to 
Shatter    all    my    fondest    dreams? 
(Pleading)  : 
Marta ! 
(Marta  gathers  the   cards   up   hastily  and  goes   tozvards  the  stairs.) 

Marta  (As  she  goes  up)  : 

A-lack-a-day,   A-lack-a-day ! 

(She  exits.) 

Carmelita  :       What  horrid  fear  doth  gather  o'er  my  heart, 
Because  the  cards  do  tell  a  tale  unseemly? 
It  cannot  be,  that  on  this  night 
When    Stephen    comes, 
All  things  will  go  not   well ! 
Avaunt  cruel  phantom, 
From   my  mind   ill-placed 
By  mumbling  crone,  whose  days 
For  love,  have  long  gone  by ! 

(Carmelita  has  brought  herself  into  a  happy  mood  once  more.') 

(Two  knocks  are  heard  on  the  door.) 


Carmelita  :       Tis  he,  I  know  I  heard  his  knock, 

Half  drowned  by  thunder's  frightful  roar. 

(She  rushes  to  the  door  xvith  joyous  laugh  and  opens  it.  No 
one  is  there.  She  is  dismayed.  A  Hash  of  lightning  and  roar  of 
thunder  greet  her.  She  shuts  the  door  with  a  bang  and  returns  to 
the  ingle-nook.) 

Carmelita  :       The  legend  that  the  evil  one, 
Doth   ride  upon   the   storm 
On    Walpurg's   night   with   his 
Fell  henchman   Death  to  happy   lovers? 
Ah  ;  woe  is  me  ! 

That  on  the  eve  of  this,  my  heart's 
New  day,  an  ugly  portent  must  begloom  me. 

(She    weeps   silently   and    does   not    observe    the   figure    of   Stephen 

passing  the  windozv.    He  knocks)  : 

That   knock   again  ! 
(Stephen   knocks  and  calls.) 


Stephen 


Carmelita  ! 


Carmelita    (joyously)  : 

For   certain   now   'tis   he! 
No  wandering  demon  that, — 
'Tis  manly   voice,   oh  joy! 
'Tis   he,    for   certain   now, 
'Tis  he,  'tis  he ! 

(Stephen  enters  the  door,  comes  down   the  Stairs,  and  takes  her  in- 
his  arms.) 


Carmelita 


Stephen  : 
Carmelita 


Stephen 


Stephen   dear !   now   surely  do  I 

Know  your  love  is  true. 

Carmelita,   Carmelita  ! 

What  but  love  could  bring  you 

Through  this  storm  in  these 

Wild  parts,  to  see  your  chatelaine  to  be? 


'Tis   naught   my  love. 

The  cold  rain   drops  that   smote  my  cheek, 

While    riding   through    the   glen, 

Were  but  the  tears  that  coursed  your  face, 

A  long  time  since,  when  we  did  part. 

The  gusty  winds  did  seem  to  me 

The  kisses   I  now   call  my  own. 

So    come    into    my    arms,   beloved ! 

(Stephen  takes  her  in  his  arms,  kisses  her  and  leads  her  to  th-e  ingle- 
nook  where  they  sit  doivn.) 


Stephen  :  Heavenly  eve,  that  brings  me  again 

To   see  my   lady's   face ; 
And   take    Her   kisses    warm    and   tender, 
After  the   long  and   weary   years  apart. 
The  face  that  haunted  me  in  wintry  camp, 
When  wounded  on  my  cot  I  prone  did  lie. 
Now    I    swear    we'll    never    parted    be   again ! 
I'll  bind  you  with   sweet  and  holy  bond 
That    naught   can   break  but   death. 

(Stephen  takes  front   his  breast  pocket  a   necklace  and  shows  it  to 
her.) 

Carmelita  :       For  me? 

Stephen  :  For  you,  my  own  ; 

'Tis  an  unworthy  gift,  yet 

An  outward  token  of  the  love 

I  bear  you. 

Come  let  me  place  it  on  the 

Snowy  neck,  that  tempts  my  kisses 

Even  in  my  dreams. 

(He  places  the  necklace  around  her  neck  and  kisses  her  ardently.) 

Carmelita  (repelling  him  coquettishly)  : 

For   shame   sir,   such    liberties   to   take, 
With   the   daughter   of   Count   Stackareff ! 

Stephen  :  Your  pardon  Princess,  such  pride  in  you 

Will  not  equal  yet  by  half,  my  pride 
When  marriage  hath  changed  your  name  to   Pauloff. 

Carmelita  :       Oh  happy  day,  when  you  do  take  my  hand, 
Before    God's   altar,    claiming   me   your   own ! 
I   love  you  Stephen  young  and  brave 
With  all  the  breath  of  life.—  l 

We'll  dwell  forever  in  love's   sweet  bliss. 

Stephen  :  Yet  not  by  half  so  much   as   I   love  you, 

For  I   crave  you,  yes.  you   I   crave. 
I  love  you  with  all  my  life : 
Come  seal  our  nuptials  with  a  kiss. 

(They  embrace,  sit  before  the  fire  and  gaze  dreamily  into  it.     Mean- 
ivhile  the  storm   outside  gathers  in  fury  and   then  abates.) 

Stephen  :  The  storm  abates.     So  now  we'll  hie  us  to  my  camp — 

Carmelita:      Your  camp?  | 

Stephen    (not  noticing  her  interruption)  : 

Take  horses  and  before  to-morrow's  dawn 

Will   reach  an   ancient   monastery 

That  I  know  full  well, 

Where  Father  Anselm  will  make  us  one.  -      '. 


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Carmelita:       What   camp   dear    Stephen? 

Stephen:  Yes,   a   lucky   mission   brought   me 

To  this  place   which   haply   is 
So  near  your  house. 

Carmelita:       What  mission  except  that  of  love 
Did  make  you   ride  through  this 
Most  hellish  night? 

Stephen    (laughing)  : 

When  lovely  woman   asks  in  curious  wise 
No  hidden   secret   can   be  kept   from   her! 

Carmelita  ( insisting^  : 

Tell   me    Stephen   what   the   motive   is 
That  brings   you  here  with  such  a  retinue? 

Stephen    (seriously)  : 

Know    then,    that    roundabout    this    vale, 

A   bloodthirsty   rogue,   named   Black   Lorenzo— 

Carmelita    {startled): 

Black  Lorenzo ! 

Stephen  :  Hath  long  terrorized  the  people. 

(Carmelita  shows  signs   of   dismay.) 

His   culminating  crime,   it    doth   appear. 

Was  the  abduction  of  a  wealthy  merchant  from  Prague, 

Whom  he  holds  now   for 

A  mighty  ransom  near  this  very  spot. 

He  threatens  that  unless  the  gold   is 

Sent  to   him   this   very   night, 

He  will  despatch  his  victim  before  the  dawn : 

As   he   has    already    killed    the    merchant's    followers. 

Carmelita    (controlling  herself)  : 

In  what  manner  dearest,  do  you 
Propose  to  deal  witli  this   vile  monster? 

Stephen    (drazving  his  sivord)  : 

This   is  the  only  argument   for  him  and  his  tribe, 

Be  they   young  or   old. 

But  if   perchance  he  will  tamely  surrender, 

I'll  take  him  and  his  men  to  jail  in  Prague 

Where   he    will   be    tried    and    hanged, 

Dog  that  he  is ! 

(Stephen  goes  to  the  window  and  looks  out  at  the  storm.) 

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Carmelita    (aside)  : 

He  must  not  know  the  dread  relationship, 
There  is  between  me  and  Lorenzo; 
If   so  he  does,  I  must  say   farewell  to  happiness 
Ah  me!     Ah  me! 

Stephen   (from  the  door)  : 

My   love,  the  storm  abates ; 

I'll   look   outside   o'er   yonder   craggy    mount, 

To   see   if    safe    the   roads   might   be 

For  you  to  ride. 

(He  starts  to  open  the  door,  she  rushes  to  stay  him.) 

Carmelita    (excitedly)  : 

No,  do  not  I  pray,  dear  Stephen  ! 
The  night  is  yet  too  dark. 

(She  stands  transfixed  as   the   two  dread  knocks  are  heard  and  he 

opens  the  door  and  exits)  : 

Those  knocks!    (in  fright): 
The   Legend,  and  the  cards! 
Must  he  too  suffer? 
Must  I  lose  all  I  love  in  life 
For  this  one  fearsome  thing ! 
I,  Black  Lorenzo's  daughter? 
No  !     A  thousand  times  no  ! 
I'll  make  him   swear  on  bended  knee 
Before  the  Virgin  here, 
He  ne'er  will  leave  me! 
(Oblivious   of   her   agitation^,   Stephen    returns    closing    the    door.} 

Stephen  :  We'll  try  the  path  my  love 

And  meanwhi'.e  I  will  leave  on  guard 
My  trusty  men  to  see  that 
He  can  not  get  away. 

Carmelita    (coaxingly)  : 

You  are  sure  my  lord,  you  love  me 

And  will  ever  treat  me  well  in  after  years? 

Stephen  :  You  alone  for  evermore, 

I   could  not   swear  it   truer. 

(Carmelita  takes  him  to  the  priedieu.) 

Carmelita  :       Come,  come,  come !  swear  it  then 
To   please   me   dear,   before 
Yon  Sacred  Virgin  on  the  wall. 

(She  makes  him  kneel  before  it.     They  cross  themselves.) 
Carmelita   (dictating  the  oath)  : 

By  your  hope   of   Heaven — 

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Stephen  :  By  my  hope  of  Heaven — 

Carmelita:  And  by  your  fear  of  Hell— 

Stephen  :  And  by  my  fear  of  Hell — 

Carmelita  :  Swear  before  this  Virgin — 

Stephen  :  I   swear  before  this  Virgin — 

Carmelita  :  That  you  ne'er  will  leave  me— 

Stephen  :  That  I  ne'er  will  leave  you — 

Carmelita  :  No  matter   what  betide — 

Stephen  :  No  matter  what  betide, 

No  matter  what ! 
I  swear  that  you  and  I 
Will   never   part. 

(They  rise  and  take  stage  centre.) 

Carmelita  :       Loved  one,  you  have  filled  my  heart  with  joy, 
So  let  us  hasten  now  to  the  church, 
Before  my   father  knows,  so  to   surprise 
Him   when  the  morning  dawns. 

Stephen  :  May  God  give  me  grace 

To  keep  this  love  after  death ! 

Carmelita:       Oh  what  bliss  when  you  do  take  my  hand, 
Before  God's  altar  claim  me  for  your  own ! 

Stephen  :  Oh  what  bliss  when  I  do  take  your  hand 

And   when   I    claim   you    for   mine  own, 
Death   can   never  part   such   love   as  ours — 

Carmelita:       'Tis    far   too   deeply   planted   in   our   souls. 

Both:  What  joy,   what    heav'nly   love! 

Carmelita  :       I  love  you  dearest  with  all  my  heart, 

We'll    dwell    forever    in    Love's    sweet    bliss. 

Stephen  :  I  love  you  dearest  with  all  my  heart 

Yet  my  duty   should  be  first 
To  capture  this  vile  thief, 
But  when  lovely  beauty 
Such  as  this  of  my  bride 
Is   vouchsafed   unto  me, 
The  Devil  take  bandits  all ! 

(Carmelita  kisses  him  quickly,  rushes  upstairs  and  exits.  Stephen 
goes  to  the  ingle  nook,  sits  doam  and  gradually  jails  to  sleep. 
The  intermeszo  is  played  here.) 


(The   door   opens  slowly.     Stackareff   enters.     He   is   dejected    and 
does  not  observe  Stephen.) 


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Stackareff:     No.  messenger  yet,  although  the  hour  is  late. 
It   seems  a  shadow  lingers  o'er   my  heart, 
As  nearer  comes  the  hour  1   have  set  for  his  death. 

(Lightning   and    thunder)  : 
In  times  like  this  my  better 
Nature  reasserts   itself 
And  makes  me  grieve  that  I  have 
Stooped  to  wholesale  sin. 

(He  comes  down  stage  towards  the  priedieu  and  regards  tlie  statue 

musingly)  : 

I   well   remember   in   my  boyhood   hours 

Bending  my  young  knees  to 

Statues  such   as   thjs. 

But  such  vain  mouthings  as  the  priests  demand, 

Are  not  for  men,  who  in  this  life 

Must  fight  and   suffer. 
(Stephen  stirs  in   his  sleep  and   murmurs)  : 

Stephen  :  Carmelita ! 

Stackareff:     How   now!    a   stranger   seated   in  my  house? 

(He  advances  tozvard  Stephen)  : 
Perchance  he   is  the  messenger  at  last. 

(He  examines  him  closely  with  rising  hatred)  : 

A  soldier,  eh? 

Methinks  instead  of  gold, 

It   is   the  sword   he  brings. 

I  must  dissemble  with  my  subtle 

Wit   and    worm    his    secret   out 

Before    I    strike. 

(calls)  : 

Carmelita ! 

(Stephen  hears  the  call,  gets  tip  and  smiles.) 

Stephen  :  Your  pardon  sir,  for  taking  such  a  liberty ! 

But  sleep  o'ercame  me 
After  my   hard   ride. 

Stackareff   (graciously)  : 

You're  welcome  sir,  in  this  my  humble  lodge. 

(Carmelita  comes  down  the  stairs.     Site  shows  fear  at  sight  of  the 

two   men)  : 
Carmelita   my  child,  make  me  known 
To   our  young  guest   who   is   a 
Stranger  yet  to  me. 

Carmelita  :       Tis   Stephen   Pauloff,   father, 
My  lover,   who  on  a  hunt, 
Finds   himself   near   our  home, 
And  comes  to  see  me  ere  he  fares  his  way. 

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Stacakreff:     Tis  well  my  daughter,  bring  us  wine, 

That  we  may  seemly  drink  to  your  betrothal. 

(Carmclita  exits.) 

(Stackareff  and  Stephen  seat  themselves  at  the  table.) 

Stephen  :  This  welcome  sir,  doth  deeply  touch  me 

.  And  I  do  assure  you  of  my  most 
Profound  regard  as  father  of 
The  one  I   dearly   love. 
(Carmelita   enters   with   a   flagon   and   glasses.     She   pours    out    the 
wine  and  gives  it  to  them.     Slie  watches  the  men  with   apprehen- 
sion.) 

Stackareff  :     We'll  drink  then  to  your 

Speedy  marriage  and  happy 
Years  to  follow. 
(The   men   take   up   their  glasses.     Stephen   gives   one   to   Carmelith^ 
She  seeks  to  conceal  her  fear.) 

All  :  Come  now,  drink  and  sing ! 

Let  the  goblets   ring 

To  the  bells  that  will   make   us    (you)    one; 
Drink  and   sing! 

Stackareff  :     This  pledge  a  father's  blessing  gives 
To  lovely  daughter, 
That   long   she   lives 
With   him   she    loves! 

Carmelita  and  Stephen  : 

We  thank  you   sir,   for  words   so  fair 

And   pray  that  no   spell 

Shall   take   this   love   from   us ! 

Stackareff:     Come  drink  to  the  wedding  ring. 

All  :  Drink  and   sing ! 

Stackareff:     To  daughter  wedded  to  him  she  loves. 

All  :  Drink  and  sing ! 

Come,  we'll  drink  and  sing, 

While  the  goblets  ring 

To  the  bells  that  make  us    (you)    one: 

And  may  love  divine 

Be  with  us   (you)   all  time! 

Drink  and    sing! 

(The  men  laugh  and  toast  each  other.     Carmelita  does  not  drink  but 
Watches  them  closely.) 

Stackareff:     I  wish  you   fortune  in  your  chase. 
My  peasantry  report  wild  boar  are 
Plentiful  among  these  hills. 

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Stephen  :  Tis  not  wild  boar  I  am  after 

But  an  old  and  wary  wolf  of 
Most   cruel   malignancy. 

Stackareff:     A  wolf  you  say?     I  fear  you'll  have  ill  luck, 

For  wolves  of  any  sort  are  seldom   found   nearby. 

(Carmelita's  face  turns  uiliite;  her  hand  shakes.) 

•Stephen  :  The  wolf  I  chase  is  of  the  human  kind,  called 

Black  Lorenzo ! 

(Carmelita  can  hold  herself  no  longer.  She  drops  the  flagon  of  wine 
on  the  table.  It  makes  a  blood-like  stain  on  the  cloth.  Stackareff 
starts  and  darts  a  look  of  hate  and  menace  at  Carmelita.  She  is 
transfixed  with  terror.  Stephen  looks  from  one  to  the  other  with 
wonder.) 

Stackareff   {very  slowly,  muttering)  : 
Black   Lorenzo. 

(The  storm  gathers  again.  Carmelita  looks  apprehensively  from 
one  man  to  the  other.  Stackareff  goes  to  the  window  and  looks' 
out,  then  returns  to  the  table.) 

Stackareff  :     I  wish  you  fortune  in  your  quest  young  man — 

(Lightning  flash)  : 
Your  quarry   may  be  nearer  than  you  think. 

(Stackareff  goes  to  door;  thunder  and  the  two  hollow  knocks; 
Stackareff  opens  the  door;  no  one  is  there.) 

Carmelita:      The  Legend!     The  Legend! 

(Thunder  and  lightning.     Stackareff  with  hand  on  latch.) 

Stackareff:     The  wolf  you  seek  has  been  your  host  this  night, 
Look,  I  am  Black  Lorenzo ! 

(He  exits  suddenly  and  slams  the  door  with  a  bang.  Stephen  is 
startled.) 

Stephen  :  So !  yon's  the  man  I  swore  I  would  arrest, 

For  his   many  crimes. 

(Draws  his  sword  and  rushes  towards  door)  : 
Have  at  him ! 
(Carmelita  seises  him.) 
Carmelita  :       Oh  mercy  Stephen   for  he  is  my  father ! 

Stephen    (trying  to  shake  her  off)  : 

There  can  be  no  mercy   for  such  carrion. 

Carmelita:       But   Stephen   dear,  think  of  your  love   for  me! 

Does  it  not  soften  the  fierce  hardness  of  your  heart? 

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Stephen:  My  love  for  you?  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha! 

It  is   as  though  it  ne'er  was  born, 
Spawn  of  such  a  thing  as  he ! 
(He  starts  again  for  the  door;  she  races  after  him.    Seizes  him  and 
until  tears  implores  him,  but  he  struggles  to  repel  her.) 

Carmelita  :       You  spurn  me  too  after  that  solemn  oath 
You  took  before  the  sacred  Virgin  there. 

(She  winds   her  arms  around  his  neck)  : 
Can  you  in  one  moment 
So   defy  the  mandates   of  your   heart? 
Oh    never    Stephen,    shall    you    spurn    me   quite. 
My  love  is  stronger   far  than  your   revenge. 
Yes,  stronger  far,  so  please  to  sheathe  your  sword  again, 
Let  others  seize  this  reprobate  who  calls  me  child 
God  pity  me ! 

Stephen    (throws  her  off  savagely)  : 

Unhand   me  girl.     Unhand  me  girl ! 

Carmelita    (blocking  his  way)  : 
Oh  pity  me! 

Stephen  :  Spawn  of  such  a  thing  as  he ! 

Carmelita:       Never   shall   you   leave   me   Stephen. 

Stephen    (furiously)  : 

Stand   you   now    aside,   let   me   do   my  duty ! 
(They  struggle.) 
Carmelita  :       Oh  never  Stephen,  no  ! 
Stephen  :  Away  !  away  !  go  ! 

Carmelita   (very  excitedly)  : 

Rather  would  I  kill  myself  and  you 

Than   suffer   you   to   leave   me ! 

Stephen:  Then  must  I  kill  you  too  to  make  this  arrest? 

(They  struggle  wildly  while  the  storm  outside  again  grows  in  feroc- 
ity. He  is  about  to  lunge  at  her  with  his  sword,  but  she  is  too 
quick  for  him  and  grabbing  a  knife  from  the  table  /tabs  him  in 
the  breast.    He  falls  and  she  gazes  at  him  ninth  terror  in  her  eyes.) 

Carmelita  :       Stephen,   Stephen  ! 

(A  shot  is  heard  outside  and  the  shouts  of  men.  The  door  opens 
anl  two  soldiers  enter  supporting  the  dying  form  of  Stackareff. 
As  they  see  that  Carmelita  has  killel  their  captain,  one1  of  them 
lets  go  of  the  body  of  Stackareff  which  falls  down  the  stairs,  and 
levels  his  musket  at  Carmelita.) 

Carmelita    (in  despair)  : 

The  Legend ! 

(The  curtain  falls  and  bt'hind  it  through  the  music  of  the  finale,  a 
shot  is  heard.) 

THE  END. 


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Word*  by  Edward  Teschemecher  MUSIC  BY  HERMANN  LOHR 

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The  composer  of  these  delightful  songs  has  a  special  claim  on  our 
attention  from  the  fact  that  he  has  already  written  such  unusually  successful 
cycles  as  "Song*  oi  the  Norseland  "  and  "Romany  Songs".  He  plunges  at  once  into 
the  passion  of  the  poem  of  the  first  song  of  this  present  cycle  and  gives  us  a 
melody  as  full  of  vigor  as  it  is  of  beauty.  There  is  a  certain  spontaneous  vitality 
and  rhythmic  sweep  in  "  Oh!  the  bine  Roumanian  Moantains,  home  oi  my  hearts  desire  " 
not  unworthy  of  Schumann.  Hermann  Lbhr  writes  not  merely  with  experience 
or  merely  with  technical  skill,  but  with  skill  and  experience  blended  together  by 
a  sympathetic  understanding  of  the  message  of  the  poet 

The  second  song  of  the  cycle,  "  Life  has  sent  me  many  roses  ",  is  a 
worthy  companion  to  the  now  famous  "  Eyes  that  osed  to  gaze  in  mine  "  from  the 
"  Norseland  "  cycle.  Not  the  least  of  the  merits  of  this  song  is  its  singableness 
One  might  believe  that  the  composer  had  written  down  a  singer's  song,  so  little 
is  there  of  work  and  contrivance  in  it  Yet  it  is  a  perfect  work  of  art  in  sym- 
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The  last  song  of  the  cycle,  a  "Rouunian  night  song  ",  has 'a  soothing 
lullaby  accompaniment  which  is  broken  near  the  end  only  for  a  moment  by  one 
cry  of  anguish.  The  song  ends  as  it  began,  softly  and  tenderly.  The  composer 
has  written  a  simple  melody  for  the  voice  in  this  song  that  sounds  for  all  the 
world  like  a  Roumanian  folk  song.  Of  course,  it  is  not  a  folksong,  but  an  original 
melody,  and  one  of  those  haunting  melodies  which  persist  in  going  through  the 
head  for  days.  How  Hermann  Lbhr  writes  that  kind  of  a  melody  is  one  of  the 
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Exile  "  and  "  Songs  of  the  Norseland  "  cannot  but  command  the  attention  of 
the  musical  public.  For  however  successful  Herman  Ldhr  may  have  been  in  the 
various  national  styles  he  seems  to  be  able  to  assume  at  will,  he  is  still  more  suc- 
cessful in  writing  the  kind  of  music  that  a  modern  cultured  public  wants  to  hear. 
He  has  the  great  art  of  writing  melodies  that  live  in  the  memory,  whether  they 
have  the  lilt  of  an  Irish  ballad  or  the  romance  of  Scandinavia  in  them. 

In  this  new  cycle  of  four  gipsy  songs  the  composer  has  had  no 
striking  national  peculiarities  to  help  him,  for  the  gipsies  of  whom  he  sings  are 
English,  and  Herman  Ldhr,  is  by  birth  and  musical  style,  an  Englishman.  It  is 
only  to  be  expected,  therefore,  that  the  cycle  of  songs  should  have  less  peculiar 
harmonies  and  melodic  turns  than  the  Irish  and  Norse  songs  have.  These  songs 
are  more  in  the  natural  English  style  of  the  composer  himself.  The  hold  which 
these  songs  have  on  the  listener  is  the  result  of  the  spontaneous  melody  that 
never  ceases,  and  on  the  vitality  that  never  flags.  They  are  the  production  of  a 
consummate  artist  whose  workmanship  is  so  smooth  that  it  seems  easy  to  those 
who  do  not  know  what  the  acquisition  of  artistic  facility  implies.  The  robust 
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natured  band  of  tamed  savages  who  are  interesting  chiefly  in  songs  and  ballads. 
The  second  song,  "  Miri  Dye  "  (  Mother  Mine  )  is  a  quieter  movement  expressive 
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make  its  appear  anywhere.  The  last  song  "  The  Magpie  is  a  Gipsy  Bird,"  is 
humorous  and  rollicking. 

The  words  of  this  number  are  by  Arthur  Cleveland  and  not  by  Ed- 
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The  melody  of  "Star  of  the  South"  is  as  natural 
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"Cyprian  Night  Song"  has  a  tinge  of  langorous 
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ously  selected  for  work  by  the  great  artists  of 
the  Metropolitan  Opera,  and  other  musicians 
who  desired  the  most  perfect  accompaniment 
to  the  expression  of  their  genius. 


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Founded   1842 

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